This choice: Megan becomes the woman's husband • Go Back... (Originally added by Sandyseeker)
“Very good,” cackled the old crone as 'Stephanie' daintily tiptoed down the stairs. “My daughter, you look lovely!”
“Th-Thank you mother,” Steve replied. Again, whenever the witch spoke he felt an overwhelming urge to obey and please her. He wasn't a slave; he just felt a very powerful compulsion to do whatever she asked.
“Now, which of these three trespassers shall become your father?” asked the crone, eying the rest of the family, still magically paralyzed in place.
“Mother, please don't make me choose,” begged Steve.
“Hmmm, should it be this one young here?” asked the crone, pointing at Steve's twelve-year old daughter Megan.
“Y-Y-Yes, mother. Please change her into my fa-fa-father,” Steve stammered, trying with all his will to fight the witch.
“As you wish!” laughed the witch, waving her walking stick at Megan. “Youngest daughter, you shall become my husband.”
Megan tried to scream, but found she couldn't move. Instead, she stood fixed in place as her body began to swell up and grow – bigger, hairier, more muscular. Her tiny, girlish clothes were stretched to the full extent the fabric could bear as the twelve-year old girl suddenly became a tall, barrel-chested, rugged looking man in his mid forties. A thick, bushy, dark beard sprouted across her face.
“Welcome, 'Marvin,'” cooed the old hag. “My handsome husband. But why are you dressed like a little girl? Run upstairs and change clothes at once, my darling.”
“Yes, my wife,” said Megan, surprised at the deep, rich baritone of her new voice.
She noisily clomped up the stairs and easily found the master bedroom. Just like her father, Megan felt absolutely compelled to do as the witch commanded and obey her every whim. She quickly stripped of her all of her old clothes and re-dressed herself in a formal, men's suit in a style from about a hundred years ago. Then she quickly tromped back down the stairs.
“Oh, darling you look so dashing!” cackled the crone.
“And you are so beautiful, my lovely wife,” Megan said, kissing the old hag on the lips. “And we have such a lovely daughter.”
“Thank you father,” replied Steve, blushing with embarrassment at having his own daughter suddenly become his father.
“Now,” said the witch. “Just two left. Who shall be the next to join our family?”  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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